The Agony Of Lovers Burns With The

Pour Out Wine Till I Become A Wanderer From Myself; For In Selfhood And Existence I Have Felt Only Fatigue.

I Am A Child Whose Teacher Is Love Surely My Master Won't Let Me Grow To Be A Fool.

Angels Dance Only With You, Beloved And Only Before You Do I Bow In Adoration. You May Accept Me Or Not But I Will Be At Your Feet Forever.

If You Find The Mirror Of The Heart Dull, The Rust Has Not Been Cleared From Its Face.

When Someone Critises Or Disagrees With You, A Small Ant Of Hatred And Antagonism Is Born In Your Heart. If You Do Not Squash That Ant At Once, It Might Grow Into A Snake, Or Even A Dragon.